PHANTOM [Vol. 1 No. 1, 1957] a weird stories magazine

The cover proclaims Phantom magazine to feature “true ghost stories” but does it? The editorial inside suggests that some of the stories claim to be true and some are fiction, but the editor decided not to clarify which was which, leaving that up to the reader to decide. This debut edition features no date, but inside an advert stating that the next issue would be out next month. That second issue sports a date of May 1957. That’s no guarantee that No. 1 appeared in April. It may have come out a month or two earlier. Undoubtedly UK fanzines discussed its appearance on the stands and I’d love to read their thoughts.

Phantom had a confusing publishing history. The first two issues state they were published by Vernon Publications and to send correspondence or manuscripts to Dalrow Publishing Company. By the third issue, both were dropped and Dalrow Publications was installed. The final four issues appeared via Pennine Publications.

Phantom was priced at 2/- and was digest-sized, measuring 5.5 x 8.5 inches. The cover features a spooky building with wispy strands of fog across a cemetery and the cliche barren-of-leaves tree with a full moon in the distance. The artwork is signed R.W.S., short for Ronald W. Smethurst, and he was their only cover artist for the entire 16-issue run. No editor is listed, but we can probably assume it was Leslie Syddall, previously discussed while blogging Combat # 2 (December 1956).

Having read and indexed the other two Dalrow magazines (Combat and Creasey Mystery Magazine) I am fairly confident that the majority of the fiction in Phantom are reprints, the overwhelming majority of which have yet to be traced.

The Thing That Bites by Bernard L. Calmus introduces readers to Jerry Carder, a ghost investigator and paranormal specialist. Carder visits a remote haunted village with the intention of proving the paranormal events are fake but finds himself very much involved in a life-or-death struggle against a spiritual female vampire. Carder faces his fear of her and nails the lid shut on the case when he discovers the Countess and the vampire assaulting the young men in the village are the same. Our author’s full name is Bernard Leon Calmus. Following the second world war he edited Lifestream magazine and their series of “controversy” pamphlets. The British Library has some of his books, booklets, and plays. However, Bernard Leon Calmus was not his real name. In 1947 he renounced his birth name of Barnett Laab Kalmus. I found the above story to be a simple, easy read, and enjoyable, even if lacking in detective work. Did the story originate within issues of Lifestream, or some other unindexed publication?

In The Permanent Tenant, Primrose Townson presents readers with a “possession” or “soul transference” tale. Couple of guys room at a remote location in Yorkshire. They discover a recluse also rooming. They are given to understand he is a professor or some-such nonsense, but they are convinced he’s an escaped convict. Much time passes when one day they hear a person in pain. They discover the recluse on the ground, having likely slipped and bonked his noggin. One of the guys claims to have expertise in the occult and wishes to see if he can transfer his soul or essence into the unconscious man. Moments later, the recluse comes running into the room screaming for his friend’s help! It’s clear the man is speaking via his friend. He falls down and seems to die. Mortified, he runs into the room and finds his own friend dead. A verdict is returned of heart failure. And the “dead” recluse? Alive and doing well. A rather weak tale. No explanation is given as to how the man transfers his soul or mental being into the mind of the recluse. Primrose Townson was created by the editors of Phantom to hide the fact that they had actually nabbed six stories by one authoress: Mrs. J. O. Arnold. This tale, like all six of hers present in this magazine, come from the same source. The Permanent Tenant was published in the Derbyshire Advertiser and Journal (21 February 1930) as part of their Estrange Experiences series. I don’t know if this was a syndicated feature or if the Derbyshire Advertiser and Journal were the first to print the tales.

Mrs. J. O. Arnold was an author during the early 20th century, with novels such as Fire I’ the Flint (London: Alston Rivers, 1911) and Megan of the Dark Isle (London: Alston Rivers, 1914). Her real name is Adelaide Victoria Arnold (née England) and the alias stems from her husband’s name, John Oliver Arnold, whom she married in 1883. Adelaide was born in the 3rd Quarter of 1860 and died during the 2nd Quarter of 1933. She wrote about a dozen novels spanning the 1910s-1920s. Online source state that many of her later works had a supernatural slant to them. This excites me as some of her short stories have been traced to pulps and other popular publications.

George Burnside’s The Ginger Kitten is a bit more difficult for me to explain. Horror aficionados will have to correct me here, but the tale involves an older wealthy woman and maid/servant. The woman hates cats, among other things. A ginger kitten with green eyes shows up one day, uninvited. Much as they try, the kitten keeps coming back. The maid apparently likes the cat and suggests they keep it to kill the mice. The woman relents, but soon, strange happenings occur. Worse, the maid eventually states that there is too much to do and must leave unless they obtain additional help. Soon a ginger-haired woman with green eyes answers the call and performs her duties. But, she seems contrary to the woman at times. Not directly, at first. Then the cats begin to appear. A steady stream then a torrent overtake the home. Plus, milk and food disappear. The woman stays up one night and listens for noises. She eventually hears noises and goes down to investigate. She hears snarling / growling noises and stumbles across the second maid. She runs for her life and later confronts her concerning the stolen food. She denies the charges yet there is milk smeared on her, etc. She is fired and the cats all vanish from the premises. Was the ginger kitten her familiar? She clearly became cat-like at night and hostile. George Burnside is yet another posthumous alias for Mrs. J. O. Arnold. The Ginger Kitten was published in the Derbyshire Advertiser and Journal (7 March 1930) as part of their Estrange Experiences series.

Another Man’s Fear by Gavin Williams had me at first thinking I was about to read an Edgar Allan Poe pastiche to The Tell-Tale Heart, but I was wrong. A very old lady in an apartment nightly plays loud music on her record player, ancient music. She continually has health issues, and her younger neighbor takes it upon himself to assist in scheduling her doctor appointments. Then one day, she is gone, and a new tenant has moved in. The fellow is trying to move the massive wood-framed bed across the room because he hears an obnoxious noise, a dripping sound. Our fellow doesn’t hear a thing. Every Thursday the new fellow hears the dripping, and it slowly drives him insane. Even moving out and with a friend, he is powerless to resist the call and returns to the bedroom, the drip. He eventually rams a pair of steel scissors into his breast and kills himself. To his horror, the neighbor now hears the drip, but claims it is only the dead man’s blood dripping through the mattress to the floorboards. And suddenly, he realizes the room indeed has some form of evil residing. An unusual horror story with no real ending. Was the man “mad”? Or could he really hear the dripping? Did the old lady, the prior occupant, also hear the drip, and is that why she played her ancient records loudly? This sort of horror story makes for good night-time reading or a camp-fire tale. I’ve no clue who Gavin Williams was; he is not the very same named person that contributed horror fiction and articles during the 1990s and to the film industry. But could they be related? FictionMags shows that our Gavin Williams had one further story in the 12th issue of Phantom. I’ll look forward to reading it.

The Best Bedroom opens with the narrator (or author) stating: “this is not a ghost story, rather a strange psychic experience.” Thank you for the clarification, Mrs. Arnold. And she didn’t lie. A wealthy woman and her chauffeur stop at a countryside inn after her car suffers mechanical problems. Refusing a room with a leaky roof, she’s given the family’s ancient “best bedroom.” Unfortunately, it has a history of scaring all residents. She immediately feels a psychic energy present but is confident that she can conquer it. Falling asleep in the massive bed, she awakens to the horror of being in suspended animation, reliving the horrors of a woman who died after being removed from the room and entombed alive in a coffin. She finally breaks free and faints. Ordering the matron to relay to her the females who died in the room, she finally lands upon the one who’s terror she suffered through. A pleasingly gothic / psychic horror story. The Best Bedroom appears in the Derbyshire Advertiser and Journal (31 January 1930) as part of their Estrange Experiences series.

In Terence Kitchen’s The Tenth Notch, a young man is invited to stay with Major Randall and his Afridis servant. Moving into a newly acquired Hawthorn Cottage in Sussex Downs, the major has his servant unpacking weapons from his war campaigns when a kukri slips free of its sheath. The major relates that it belonged his faithful Gurkha soldier who died in combat, while discussing the Tirah campaign of 1897. Sadly, the man never had the opportunity to slip his kukri free before dying. The visitor notes it has nine notches. Later that night, while the major is asleep, he walks into the leisure room to find the servant still unpacking and polishing the weapons. In the mirror over the fireplace, our young man is mortified to see a dark-skinned man reaching across the servant. Spinning about, he sees nothing. His imagination? Going to sleep, he rises the next day, walks in the room, and finds the man cleanly decapitated, the kukri bathed in blood, and sporting a tenth notch. The entire story is related to the reader from the man’s own notes of the case, which he did not related to the police for fear they would lock him away. He realizes the ghost of the Gurkha had returned to slay his enemy, for as the major had related, once their kukri was unsheathed, they must kill their opponent. Terence Kitchen is yet another alias for Mrs. J. O. Arnold. The Tenth Notch was published in the Derbyshire Advertiser and Journal (7 February 1930) as part of their Estrange Experiences series.

Perhaps one of the better constructed tales yet, Barney Gunn’s The Hungarian Wine Bottle takes place in 1930s Hungary, after Hitler has come to power. A newshound decides not to return without a different sort of story for his paper. After the author relates to us a lot of ancient war history, including a new explanation for why the cross on the crown is crooked, the newshound decides to investigate a tunnel that leads from a castle and under the river that saved the locals from the Turk invasion. The locals refuse to discuss the tunnel, fear etched on their faces. Sneaking in and down the steps to the cellar floor 30 feet below, he comes to an old wood door with rusty hinges and an ancient, oxidized padlock. He can’t break through the door nor break the lock after repeated attempts. Giving up, he’s greeted with an unusual sound. The door falls off the hinges towards him as he backs to the stairs. His candle is blown out. Striking a match, he enters the damp tunnel and discovers an old wood wine bottle, corked. Popping the cork free, for their is liquid inside, he goes to sniff it when a hand falls upon his shoulder. Turning, he beholds a young lovely lady in old clothes. She doesn’t speak a lick of English, but follows when she leads on with her lamp, which he thinks unusual that only his own tiny candle gives off any light. They come upon a wounded soldier. Taking the wine bottle from him, she pours liquid into the man, but he does not revive. Distraught, she hands the bottle back to the newshound and he realizes the candlelight is pouring right through her body! She blows out the candle and he feels as though someone has bonked him on the head. Awaking, he finds himself outside the tunnel, the door still perfectly sealed, himself at the foot of the steps. Did he imagine all of it, accidentally slip on the steps, and concuss himself? Escaping the castle, he retreats into town and runs into the other news sharks, who want to know where he’s been and who was the girl. Say what? He discerns he’s actually been missing for a whole day, and a small replica of the wine bottle is in his possession! Ever since that moment, he is with the replica and no harm befalls him. Entering WW2, he is gravely wounded and slated to die. His wife brings him the trinket and he has a full recovery! Re-entering the war, with the trinket undoubtedly bestowed upon him by the ghostly girl as a good luck charm, he finds that bullets and bombs do him no harm but everyone to the left and right of him are slain. So, what precisely is protecting him? The trinket? The soul of the girl?

I have to confess, when our narrator pulls the cork, I was expecting a djinn, not a ghost. What precisely the wine bottle has to do with the entire episode is unclear, save as a prop for the rest of the story. Frustratingly, I could not locate anyone by the name of Barney Gunn alive in England.

The Cupboard is by Cecilia Bartram and there appears to have been two ladies by this name alive in England. The first was born in 1896 and died 1967 in Yorkshire. The second was born in 1921 in Yorkshire, married Frank Tingle in 1942, and death date is unknown. It is quite feasible that the second lady was the daughter of the first. The fact that they were both born in Yorkshire is important given the story takes place in Yorkshire! All for naught, our author is neither lass. It’s once more Mrs. J. O. Arnold! The Cupboard was published in the Derbyshire Advertiser and Journal (28 February 1930) as part of their Estrange Experiences series.

The story opens with the authoress as “Mrs. Bartram” meeting with fellow wealthy elitists. She has a habit of entering all manner of contests and notes that the current entry is for an “unusual experience.” None of those present offer a genuine bit save for one chap who claims to have psychic abilities but avoids the occult. He relates an old incident in which he was bicycling in the Yorkshire moors when a nasty winter storm descends and the snow and chill is too much. He seeks shelter at a cottage, knocking repeatedly. A potato farmer lets him in. Coming to terms over bread, cheese, and an old bed in the attic for the night, our psychic turns in for bed but spots a tall, padlocked cupboard in the room. Later, he discovers a key, and an irresistible “pull” to open the cupboard. He does and finds himself beholding a redhaired man hanging inside suspended from a hook. Mortified, he locks the cupboard, runs downstairs that next morning, jumps on his cycle and pedals on his way. On the way into town, he runs into the potato farmer and another man returning at a fast pace. Inquiring if he found a lost key in the attic, he acknowledges indeed he did. The farmer then accuses him of stealing his cash in the cupboard, but the psychic remarks upon the dead man instead. Both farmers are surprised, and the pair return to the cottage, open the cupboard, and…no dead body. The hook is present. And so is a small box with the farmer’s cash all inside. The pair inform the psychic that where he stayed is known as Hanged Man’s Cot, as a man did just that 50 years earlier and the psychic isn’t the first to have seen him!

Next up is a second story by Bernard L. Calmus, being The Howl of the Werewolf. The setting is the tiny village of Tille, France. A terrified young lady is running for her life and Inspector Lineau spots her in the woods. Grabbing her arm, he secures her and forces an explanation. She relates that while walking in the woods she saw a shadowy figure that appeared to be in pain. She then witnessed it turn from a man to a wolf. Lineau spots the sinister form but can hardly credit his eyes. A wolf, here? Certain they’d all been eradicated hundreds of years ago, he’s nonplussed. But when they hear screams, the pair find another person ripped to shreds, the local “poacher”, and his stolen rabbit on the ground untouched by the wolf. Escorting the Ms. Grande to her father, an occultist, they find another person already at the doorstep, knocking. Her father opens the door to admit Gerard Kerch (whose name reminds me of author Gerald Kersh; coincidence?) and then in walks Inspector Lineau with the girl. They relate the facts as they know them and her father suggests it was a werewolf. More deaths occur in typical sensational style. The story concludes with Kerch shaken when his betrothed is brought in on a stretcher, bloodied and very dead. He’s certain the girl’s father is the werewolf, after all, he is always pale and weak and then seems alive and vibrant after each death. Calling to the townspeople and conveying his feelings, they grab weapons and storm Grande’s cottage, dragging the man out to be hung. Grande claims to know some secret incantation to reveal the werewolf’s true identity, forcing it to transform. Kerch remarks this is idiotic and yet, Grande utters the words (whatever they are, the author doesn’t reveal) and suddenly, to no reader’s surprise, it is Kerch who transforms. The village people, already incensed, go insane and batter the werewolf. The girl begs Lineau to use his service revolver to put Kerch out of his misery just as a fireplace poker bangs down upon Kerch’s skull. Lineau inserts himself and kills Kerch.

Thomas Narsen is our final guise for Mrs. J. O. Arnold. The Tank was published in the Derbyshire Advertiser and Journal (14 February 1930) as part of their Estrange Experiences series. I’m beginning to think I ought to locate some cheap copies of her assorted supernatural novels. Has anyone ever read her books? I’d love to hear your thoughts about her stories. A ruined relic of the War (aka: The Great War, aka, WW1) is given to a seaport town but they don’t want it. “It” is a demolished wreck of an English tank. Relocated inland to an isolated town, the war survivors find it interesting. None of them served in the tank corps but have stories surrounding them. Then, one night, at the local pub, one tells tales of an eerie blue light emanating from the tank on the hill. Doubters call him drunk or fun him, but when a “tramp” steps forward and informs one and all dead-sober he’s not only seen the light but heard voices singing their old war hero tunes, the laughter dies away. The town distrusts tramps (foreigners) and the narrator interrogates the man. To him, he finds the man indeed did serve in the War. Time passes and the tales grow worse and more and more see the blue light and hear the singing. They are fearful of the tank. The narrator decides to investigate at night with his lantern when the “tramp” runs up to him, begging him not to go. He confesses that he created the light and singing. Why? Well, tramping along, penniless and homeless, he was surprised to see the tank. Recognizing the tank’s number as one intimately, he relates that everyone inside died during the War. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he set inside as his temporary home and haunted it to keep snoops away. Only one problem. The tank’s dead took on a life of their own. Terrified, he runs away in fear and the narrator continues up the hill. His lantern’s light goes out (claims it ran out of fuel) and the blue light flames up and the singing commences. Nothing inside this time is causing the occurrence.

Her Eye on the Shadows is a two-page tale by married couple Patricia (Pat) & Peter Craig-Raymond. The protagonist is Angela Laine, and the story takes place in 1956. For the past year she has painted and rapidly sold a dozen identical “dark” paintings. They aren’t her style. Something or someone else has been possessing her hand, paint, brush, canvas, but signing her name to the works. She knows she has just finished the last work and is forced to pick up a thin blade and thrust it deep into her breast. That the tale takes place in 1956 is important as it firmly dates when the story was likely originally published, but the source is currently unknown (by me). Peter Craig Raymond (no hyphen?) was born 12 December 1931 and married Patricia (Pat) Lutley-Sandy in 1952. Peter wrote articles, was a magazine editor, wrote books, was a television host, a land investor, involved in football, and was as of the early 2000s, still alive. After which, I lose his trail. He’s credited with editing Beautiful Britons, a gentleman’s magazine published by Town & Country during the 1950s with photos of girls. There are also four books to his credit: one on English dancer Roland Petit (Losely Hurst Publishing, 1953) and a book on an English dancer, Victor Silvester’s Album (Centaur Press, 1955), and two further concerning dancing, being Your Child in Ballet (Ballet Publications, 1954) and So You Want to Be a Ballerina (Colin Venton, 1956). All of which leaves me bewildered that I can’t solidly place my finger on the author’s identity. So, four books on dancing, and editor of a gentleman’s magazine of English lovelies? He also contributed articles to Ballet Today. 1960 he is listed as managing director of Triumph Foundations. A 1961 article notes he just returned from New York City with his “actress wife” Pat. Then in 1962 he seems to have formed the Sumnorth Property Company which suggests PCR was trying to sell land or investment opportunities in Brazil! Another article in conjunction with the Brazil land-offer suggests he is a wealthy football (soccer) fan and was a team manager. He turns up on the British Film Institute site as a presenter to the television series Stars in the West for 1961-1962. The married couple had 3 children: Lee Craig-Raymond (1952), Vaune Craig-Raymond (1956), and Tay Orr P. Craig-Raymond (13 May 1968, dead 1979). Vaune married Barry Hodgetts in 1981 and Lee married Alan Lewis in 1987.

Alan Crooper supplies I Wore a Black Ring! and the tale initially takes place during WWII. The unnamed narrator is a radar officer in the R.A.F. and stationed on Akyab island, which is near Burma. He’s assigned to maintain cleanliness and tries to assign the duties to various Indians with little luck. Nabbing a Mahratti, he orders him to clean the latrines. Days later, he learns the man hasn’t done the job at all. Days later, our narrator is posted to Ceylon and discovers the same Mahratti present, trailing him about. Eventually the pair come together, and the Mahratti presents him with a black elephant hair ring, stating it will give the wearer good luck once, and then it will be returned to the Mahratti. Say what? “It” will return to the original owner? The man doesn’t want it, but refusal would be an insult. He slips it on and discovers that he can’t take it off, no matter what lubricant he tries. Time passes, the war ends, and he hooks up with some old mates and they decide to go rock climbing. Obtaining their gear and wheels, they begin their adventure. Only, the car continuously finds all manner of ways to not cooperate. Tire problems, engine problems, steering column woes, etc. It’s an absurdity of calamities which begin to wear on the reader (myself) as the story progresses from the Weird to the Comedic. I don’t fancy the two together, unless it’s entirely clear the story is meant to be a comedy. They eventually come across a car looking for a tow; they tie their climbing rope to the car and tug it along. Only, the rope splits! They discover the rope was damaged and had they used the rope to climb, as intended, they’d either come to harm or likely death! Returning home, the narrator’s wife asks what became of his black ring. He’s stymied. When did he lose it on the journey? Matters come to a head when he receives a redirected letter, sent to him from the Mahratti explaining he’s happy to have his ring back and that he’s glad that it performed its function pleasantly for the narrator, who now realizes the black ring saved his life. Now, there does not appear to ever have been anyone by the name of Alan Crooper in existence. I suspect this story was originally published in Singapore, Burma, or somewhere else in that region of the world, but who knows?

F. J. Taylor’s The Empty Platform is a two-page vignette; the narrator discovers he likely was arguing with a ghost as to what time a train would arrive. He learns from the ticket collector the time in which the ghost requested hasn’t arrived in years since a train accident. He recalls the incident well for a man was waiting on the train platform for his love to arrive. When she died in the smash-up, he committed suicide. The story was reprinted in the 7 February 1959 edition of the South Yorkshire Times and Mexborough & Swinton Times.

River Mist by K. S. Choong debuted in the Sunday Standard (Singapore) 15 January 1956, originally as The Monster of the Highlands by Michael Choong. The tale opens with Abdul explaining events leading up to the deaths of three Europeans to police investigator Corporal Ramir. One female and two men are dead. Abdul relates that he overheard their entire conversation the prior day. The woman had claimed to have heard voices commanding her to leap through the mist into the river below. This would be certain death. Local lore suggests a serpent or prehistoric being lives in those waters. The one man believes her story and wishes to investigate. She begs he doesn’t. The doctor suggests she hears nothing but her own desires. Abdul suggests that no mysterious being actually slew the trio. He thinks the older man slipped, fell, and died. The Corporal indeed notes he has a broken leg and could have died as suggested. Abdul then suspects the woman lost her mind, picked up a large rock and clubbed the other over the head. Then she killed herself. Corporal Ramir suspects otherwise and states Abdul is a liar and a thief, that he snuck up and killed all of them for their money, as he has a history of being a noted liar. Abdul panics, steps back away from the Ramir, and falls through the mist to his death into the river. Mingled with his dwindling screams, Ramir is certain he hears another noise. His imagination, or, is there really a supernatural presence?

K. S. Choong and Michael Choong are both aliases for Choong Kok Swee and he was born 9 September 1920 in Penang, Malaysia and died in 1987. He was married to Barbara Joo Keong. He received his education at St. Xavier’s Institution. Monsoon Magazine editor and publisher in 1945. During the 1950s he was editor of the Pinang Gazette and the Pinang Sunday Gazette. His wife in 1955 won the $2,500 prize contest for solving a puzzle in The Straits Times. In 1971 he was the first editor-in-chief of Malaysia’s The Star newspaper which was modeled on UK’s tabloid The Sun. The oldest fiction story I’ve traced by Choong appears in Singapore’s Sunday Tribune (18 May 1941) titled The Dead Cert.

The rear cover features the poem “Witches Song” by Tiberius. Its earliest known publication was the British magazine Weird World No. 2, 1956. However, while both editions feature the same text, confusion arises when I discovered that a later edition surfaces with twice as much text! The later publication appears on Page 18 in Essayan (Summer 1962), a magazine for Eccles Grammar School. The poem is titled Witches’ Song but it is not credited to Tiberius; it credited to student “D. Brown”. I’d love to track down the student and ask them where precisely they located this longer version. Eccles Grammar School no longer exists; it was merged into another school. I wrote them but [sadly] never received a reply.

Now, a “Tiberius” did turn up in the American literary magazine called Driftwind, which is notable for having published poetry by H. P. Lovecraft. Most of those issues have never been indexed. Could our Tiberius be from this publication?

Creasey Mystery Magazine # 3 (October 1956)

Creasey Mystery Magazine (v1 n3, October 1956) was published by Dalrow Publishing and like its preceding two issues, sports a solid one-color cover devoid of artwork. Edited by Leslie Syddall, this issue is filled with mostly reprints by quality writers of the mystery genre.

Creasey Mystery Magazine (v1 #3 – October 1956)

The lead novella is by John Creasey and titled Under-Cover Man. The tale originally appeared in a South African magazine, thus far untraced. It later was serialized in Australia’s Woman’s Day and Home beginning 1951 Jun 20. Two years later it was jointly published with Murder Out of the Past by UK: Barrington Gray, 1953 (I’ll be reading that tale in the next issue). This novelette opens with a frightened young lady fleeing from a tall man into a hotel. Hiding there, she is approached by a nice man who offers his assistance. He notices her fear of the tall man and convinces her to permit him to escort her out to his car, and away to meet his sister. Assures her calmly he really does have a car, really does have a sister. He’s not on the prowl. While at the car, the tall man approaches and our odd hero takes him down, disarms him of the knife he was attempting to bring forth. Creasey, ever the master at quick action yarns, spins the usual one here, but it flows admirably along. The gist: two men and two women vacation in South Africa. One man is murdered. Stabbed to death. The other collects what funds they have and makes for town. He can’t return but sends for her. She’s got no money; she arrives at the hotel to discover he’s not there! Enter…our hero. We learn there is some form of blackmail racket. But it goes even deeper than that, expanding into an even broader plot. Is anyone truly innocent? Our hero is clearly the under-cover man of the title. Why has he involved himself in the plight of this young lady? Why not simply involve the police? It’s a decent yarn and readily available for those interested in pursuing.

The Nemean Lion once more features Hercule Poirot. Written by Agatha Christie, the story debuted in The Strand, November 1939. I’ve mentioned prior that I find Poirot to be a frustratingly annoying person. Certainly not the sort of person I would enjoy spending time with, in any capacity. This story introduces readers to the fact that Poirot has effectively decided to retire, but not before tackling twelve cases that he has dubbed The Labours of Hercules, after the famed exploits of the Greek literary demi-god of legend. Unfortunately for Poirot, his first “labour” involves a Pekinese dog. It was dog-napped for ransom, that was paid, and the dog returned. So, who cares? The dog belonged to a woman. The husband cares. It was his money, and his wife did not inform him of the missing dog nor the ransom until after the issue was settled. He doesn’t care so much of the money. He has plenty. But it irks him regardless. And, another person likewise lost his wife’s dog via the same manner, but at a cost of 300 Pounds, 100 more than his own wife’s dog! Poirot takes the case and if you’ve read Poirot, he wraps it up quickly, but not to my satisfaction. He sends out his faithful man Georges to track a certain person; I’d already determined early that there were only two plausible culprits. I won’t divulge the identity but suffice to say that Poirot visits the person at their home and gives the person the opportunity to explain their actions. Despite a crime perpetuated more than once (several times, in fact) to various dog owners, Poirot permits the crime to go unpunished with a caveat.

The Missing Model by Peter Fraser appeared in The Sydney Morning Herald, 28 Aug 1954 and the BBC issued it in 1955 as a ‘Play for Broadcasting’), but it’s true first appearance was actually in The (London) Evening Standard, 13 December 1950. A couple are strolling past a shop window. The female watches a figure stumble in and collapse, dead. Returning with a constable, they are shocked to discover no dead body. Reaching out to the shop owner, he’s brought in to open shop when the detective notes that the alarm isn’t active. There’s no evidence of foul-play. The lady describes the clothes the dead person wore and notes a picture in the shop is that of the dead woman. Turns out she is their main model. Calling at her home, her mother states she is out but will return…she never does. Months pass and while no body nor clues surface, a circular was dispatched with a full description of the model’s clothes. Those turn up at a shop, the cops investigate, and we eventually obtain the killer and a case involving essentially industrial espionage.

A Dog’s Life by Michael Innes is listed on the story-page as a new story. This is false. It debuted in The (London) Evening Standard, 11 May 1950 and features his recurring popular Scotland Yard detective John Appleby. The story later was reprinted in America’s digest MacKill’s Mystery Magazine, September 1952. It’s undeniably an entertainingly flavored yarn, too. Appleby relates a case from many years earlier, in his younger years. He spends time at a cliffside town with the Lorio family, a strange couple. Something feels off about them, but he’s on vacation, not working. As he later confesses, a Yard man is always working, and must always be cognizant of this fact. While napping at the beach, he overhears a couple talking and making love. He’s mortified to recognize the voice of Mrs. Lorio making out with a strange man. Not wishing to be present to this love affair that is hardly his business, he sneaks away. Days pass find Appleby often walking with Mr. Lorio and his dog. One day the pair alone are walking along the cliffs; the wind is dangerously whipping about. Appleby has no interest in the edge, but Mr. Lorio suddenly discovers his dog down the cliffside, seemingly stuck. Appleby finds this intriguing and watches in shock as Lorio scrambles down the cliffside to rescue his dog, vanish from sight, then fall away into the sea far below to his death. Appleby runs and calls for coast guard assistance, etc., returns, and finds the dog climbed up on its own and Mrs. Lorio present looking for an explanation, seemingly mortified that her dear husband is dead, when the dog struggles lose and pursues a man that looks like vagrant. In fact, looks very much like the strange man Mrs. Lorio was having affair. The dog isn’t attacking. It loves its fleeing Master! Appleby discovers a clean-shaven Mr. Lorio and realizes the truth: the pair murdered another man to pretend it was Mr. Lorio that died to collect insurance money. Realizing he’s captured. Mr. Lorio jumps off the cliff, and Mrs. Lorio is arrested, sentenced to hang.

Peter Cheyney’s The Rope originally appeared in the 1920s-1930s. The earliest publication I’ve found is 28 June 1939 in The Wireless Weekly (Australia), a journal dedicated to the radio, and in England via the Staffordshire Advertiser, 10 Feb 1940. It was much later reprinted in MacKill’s Mystery Magazine, December 1952. This tale proves that if you give a criminal enough rope, they’ll hang themselves, no matter how smartly they plan. Getlin owes 700 Pounds to his friend Varne. His friend Varne is an alcoholic because Getlin once stole his girlfriend. He never recovered. Getlin doesn’t actually like Varne. He hates him. Hates him so much that he plans to murder Varne, and has a brilliant plan, planned over the course of a few years. Everyone in town has heard Varne drunkenly state he’s tired of living. Death by suicide: hanging. While Varne is drinking it up heavily in town, Getlin with the third spare given him by Varne (housekeeper has the other) enters the home. Arranges the suicide. Varne finally stumbles home, but Getlin gets tired of Varne drunkenly digging in his pockets for his house key. Unlocking the door, Varne falls through. Assisting the scarcely conscious man to his room, he arranges the noose about Varne’s neck, props him up, slips out of the room and in doing so, Varne slips and hangs himself. Next day, a constable comes to Getlin’s home to place him under arrest for murder. Where did he go wrong? Investigation states Varne was too drunk to tie the noose and hang himself. Plus, how did he get inside the home when his key was found in the street? The housekeeper was out of town. That leaves only Getlin.

The Case of the Red-Headed Women features Neils Orsen and is written by Dennis Wheatley. While its first publication remains unknown, it is known to be excerpted from Gunmen, Gallants & Ghosts (London: Hutchinson, June 1943). I say this because I genuinely doubt that GG&G was the first publication of all the bound stories. They feel more like pre-WW2 tales. In this psychic detective outing, Orsen is approached by friend Bruce Hemmingway to investigate a home recently purchased by newlywed clients. The home is the source of past deaths. Two redheaded women were hurled to their demise out the bathroom window; a man likewise died from that same window, but how he connects with the women is unknown. The question: is there a genuine haunting or is something more physical involved in the past-murders? Do the new owners have anything to fear? Possibly…if the wife is a redhead. Orsen accepts the invitation and sets up his photographic camera equipment outside said window and inside the bathroom. On the appointed night, Hemmingway and Orsen go to the home only to find that the newlyweds have already moved in, ahead of schedule. The pair must convince the husband to cater to their unexpected arrival and humor them until the ungodly hour of the fated wife’s scheduled demise…assuming it will actually occur. Orsen is convinced it will, when suddenly the wife, who is supposed to be asleep, is heard screaming in the bathroom. Orsen forces his way in ahead of the belligerent husband and discovers the wife very much alive, if not shaken by some supernatural ordeal. Collecting his equipment, Orsen develops the film and discovers that a ghostly form indeed had proceeded to hurl her out the window, an actual elemental. But why did it fail? Because powers of darkness can be beaten back by powers of light, namely, Orsen’s camera flash from outside the window!

The Skylight Man is by Nigel Morland and features his hard-nosed bitch of a detective, Mrs. Palmyra Pym. If that statement offends you, it shouldn’t. Pym’s stone-cold, abrasively coarse, etc. I’m not sure as to her age, but I dare say she’s probably in her 50s or so. Least, that’s how I read it. She’s called in to track a robber that can scale any building as agile as a cat and twice as fast. He made off with loads of cash. He was captured (accidentally) by a cop. Tossed in jail. Escaped, and killed a copper in the process. Every copper is hunting him to no avail. He has a girlfriend that has her own show at the BBC. She’s watched 24/7, certain the pair will contact one another. Pym finally cracks the case when she spots a blonde model and her unique nylons. They are coded in Morse, and the robber was once a navy man that can read Morse. Plus, being more than a bit of a “wolf,” he’s certain to first spot the sexy blonde’s legs on TV and then the code. They catch him alright, but Pym is miffed. Dozens of viewers also spotted the Morse code and phoned in asking if there was a cash prize for solving the code! I’ve read Nigel Morland previously and wasn’t too impressed with his works. The first time was via stand-alone novella The Big Killing.

COMBAT: True War Stories # 2 (December 1956)

Combat is [according to the editor] a magazine with “true” war stories and a sprinkling of fictionalized war stories, and a combination of truth and fiction. The editor was Leslie Syddall.

Son of Albert Syddall (born 1899) and Rosannah (Rose) H. Stott (born 1893), Leslie was born 1922, and like his parents, in Bolton. Albert moved to the United States in 1926, with an occupation listed as “tin plate” worker and final destination initially entered as Philadelphia. This was crossed out and Wooding, Connecticut penciled in. No such place exists, so I’m not sure what the Wooding refers to. His English home address was: 84 Union Street, Bolton. I don’t think the residence exists today (online street images are interesting). Early 1927, Rosannah and son Leslie traveled to the United States. They returned to England that same year, then returned again in 1929, with a residence given as Philadelphia, PA. Rosannah left her son in England when the pair returned later in 1929, placed him in school, and then she returned to her husband Albert in Philadelphia. The 1930 United States census gives his occupation as a metal sheet laborer. Rosannah’s occupation in 1927 is given as that of a “hosiery winder” in 1927; as housewife in 1929. Leslie Syddall married Frances Johnson in 1956 in his hometown of Bolton. The pair had two children: Julie Syddall (1958) born in Farnsworth, and Barbara Syddall (1961) born in Bolton. Just how Leslie Syddall got into publishing is unknown to me.

The magazine was published by Vernon Publications but is generally considered Dalrow Publishing. If the cover format and layout looks familiar to British science fiction fans, that’s because Syddall clearly was working with the assistance of Peter Hamilton, editor and founder of Nebula Science Fiction magazine. Hamilton used the same format from 1952-1959, a tall digest magazine with the title and price and number up to with a white backdrop, the illustration squarely below that, and a thin white strip at the bottom often advertising the authors or a comment. Combat used that same formula. Don’t think so? I’ve posted both here for comparison! The connection is strengthened once you spot ads for Nebula inside issues of Combat. The artist for all illustrated covers was R.W.S., short for Ronald W. Smethurst.

The lead story is Tim Carew’s Gurkha Soldier, and it’s as authentic as they come. Despite that, I’d love for someone from India alive during WW2 to read this story and comment about the accuracy. The author notes that the story is “substantially true”, but the characters and regiment is a work of fiction. So, would you label this as a true story (as FictionMags Index has) or a fictional short story? I lean heavily toward the latter. Jitbahadur Pun is convinced to enlist in the British army during WW2 by a local surviving wounded veteran from the Great War. His experiences range from exposure to hot shower water, being forced to use soap, trim his lengthy hair to near baldness, and dress in military attire. Learning the various use of arms, hand-to-hand combat, tossing grenades, formation, and even riding on a train add to his new life experiences. A very different life to that of a dirt hill farmer. He and his new fellow Indian friends are sent east to battle the Japanese and during trench warfare he witnesses the brutality of life and death. His friends and superior officer are shot down. Snatching up his friend’s machine-gun, sans orders, he leaps up and moves forward, covering dozens of yards. He’s eventually shot but keeps going, mowing down the enemy and tossing a grenade. The next-in-line of command orders the men up and onward after seeing Jitbahadur Pun taking the offense. Our hero ends up losing a limb, recovers in hospital, and by 1951, returns home and is a celebrated hero. The story is filled with numerous terms from India and local flavor, etc., lending further authenticity. Searching online, the protagonist’s name should likely be spelled as “Jit Bahadur Pun”. Tim Carew was born 8 July 1921 at Bury St. Edmunds. Searching the Birth-Marriage-Death UK site I found a Carew died 1980, however, Tim Carew wasn’t his real name. The Library of Congress gives his name as John Mohun Carew. This I confirmed against the UK Birth-Marriage-Death Index, matching his surname and birth info; he died 3 September 1980. He indeed did serve with the Gurkhas down in India and other nearby countries. I am left to wonder if the above short story was excerpted from his autobiographical novel, All This and a Medal Too (1954). If not, it certainly first appeared in the British Army Journal no. 3 (January 1950) as by Captain J. M. Carew.

Next up is A Mission for Odette by W. F. Cousins. This appeared (per FictionMags Index) in London’s The Evening Standard, 4 May 1955 as part of their Did It Happen? series, but in fact is a work of fiction. As to the identity of W. F. Cousins, he ranked as a Captain and was an army PRO in Austria from 1946-1953. Captain Cousins became a staff member of Soldier magazine. This magazine debuted March 1945, but I’ve not had access to it to substantiate his full identity. In 1959, he was still with Soldier magazine and a co-winner of the Sir Harry Brittain Coronation Trophy (along with Sydney Spicer). The story takes place six years in the future after Germany loses the war, in a series of brief flashbacks before returning to the present and culminating in the protagonist completing his assignment: the delivery of a ring to a Jewish concentration camp victim. While in a concentration camp and slated for death in the gas chambers, Odette Churchill is given by Frau Knopf her gold ring. Somehow Knopf had managed to safeguard it past Nazi authorities and into the camp. Despite the Nazis knowing they were losing the war and the end was near, they continued to gas their victims. Realizing her number was likely up, Knopf gives her ring to Odette for safekeeping. If they both survive, Odette is to find a way to return the ring. If Knopf dies and Odette survives, make the most of the ring’s value. Odette survives but is not certain as to the fate of Knopf. Years pass, and discovering that Knopf may be alive, Captain Cousins (the protagonist) must cooperate with authorities in tracing her down and delivering the ring. He succeeds in locating her and after having her describe and sketch the ring, he extracts from a sealed box the very ring she sketched. To say she is shocked and surprised to be reunited with her ring is an understatement, especially since she is homeless and impoverished. The ring will help. It’s a feel-good story and apparently the second time the story has been told, the first time by Odette Churchill’s husband, per a blurb of this story in the Singapore Free Press, 6 September 1955. Bizarrely enough, there sort of really was a real Odette Churchill, only this was an alias; her real name was Odette Sansom, and her background is quite interesting. However, nowhere on her Wikipedia entry does it mention this story nor Captain Cousins.

One Eye, One Hand, One V.C. is by David Lampe Jr., and is the true story account of Belgian officer Carton de Wiart. Not making the grade in university, de Wiart enlisted in the Second Boer War and lost his eye. He would go to earn numerous injuries but always return to the front. He served in The Great War and various other campaigns. He lost his hand when it was blown to a pulpy mess, but not before extracting his own fingers when the doctor refused. The hand had to go shortly thereafter, regardless. The author provides a wonderful, partially fictionalized account of de Wiart and it is damned good fun. His capture during World War Two after his plane crashed led him to be locked away at the Castello di Vincigliata, and his subsequent escape through tunnels that took half a year to construct reminds me of the classic movie The Great Escape. I suspect this article originally debuted in an American “men’s” magazine, as he contributed to 1950s magazines such as True, Swank, and Flying Magazine, etc., but I’ve failed to nail it down.

Biscay Cruise by Stanley Maxted is another article in the Did It Happen? series that appeared in The Evening Standard, 24 June 1955. The table of contents page for CCM mistakenly gives it as Biscay Bay. The tale involves the narrator bringing along a Canadian Naval HQ friend aboard the HMS Onslow. The mission: discover whether the German’s shore guns along the Bay of Biscay were still being manned. While the tale does not provide any concrete dates, the real-life HMS Onslow did traverse this tract of water from July to August 1944.

Ray Carr brings us a short fiction story entitled Back Room Boy. Carr’s real name is Emile Charles Victor Foucar; born in 30 May 1894, Foucar rose to the rank of Second Lieutenant during The Great War and earned a Military Cross. He became a barrister and moved to Burma, residing there through World War Two and enlisting, rising to the rank of Colonel. While in Burma, he was instructed to write an account on the Burma affair. A decade later, Dennis Dobson published I Lived in Burma (1956). This short fiction story involves the “safe” adventures of Archie Fordingley, a good-looking, intelligent, self-made young businessman in his late 20s. The second world war is in full swing, and his unintelligent underling Jack Smith goes to war. Fearing the war will destroy his business by avoiding conflict, Archie eventually joins the war effort purely as a “back room boy”, an intelligence officer that sees no conflict. He bounced into Africa, then India, and now is sent to the Burma front, to gather intelligence on Japanese movements, etc. Arriving by Jeep, he is to meet with Major Denham but discovers a Jap sniper took him out. He’s introduced to the next gentleman in command, one Lieutenant Smith. Naturally, this is his old subordinate, Jack Smith. Only, he seems fresh, alive, lost a lot of weight and enjoys both the command and the war. Archie is woefully out of his class and realizes his ranking insignia matters little to the warrior before him. Jack shows him the rounds, all the while instructing him to be careful, duck, don’t rattle the bush, etc., Jap snipers, ya know! Well, the Japs cut them off and Jack takes command of one unit only to find the young man covering their other flank has been killed. Sitting on his duff, Archie digs up an ounce of courage, and lifting up a rifle, takes over the unit whose last ranking officer died. Holding out, the night passes, and come morning, all is silent, and Jack is glad the conflict is over, his first real action. Rising, he decides to check in on Jack, only to hear someone holler: “Careful, sir, snipers!” Archie smiles at the edge of the trench back at the young man as a bullet rips through the air and knocks him dead. Foucar would go on to have 15 stories published in Combat. Bizarrely, not a one are recorded as reprints. Was Foucar providing the magazine with original stories, or had these appeared elsewhere in some unknown English newspaper?

Sino-Japanese Incident is by Jack Borg, his first of three stories within the pages of Combat magazine. Borg is the alias of Philip Anthony John Borg, predominantly an author of a few dozen western novels as Jack Borg and nearly 30 more under two more pseudonyms, marking the trio of war stories as unusual entries. This a fictional account during the Second Sino-Japanese War (1937-1945). Lieutenant Ugimoto is ordered by his Japanese commanders to seek out organized Chinese bandits creating havoc upon Japanese troops and use whatever means at his disposal. Coming upon a poor starving village, he interrogates the villagers, but they feign ignorance. The lie is in their eyes and after discovering two hidden rifles, he orders the entire populace to be slain and the village burned to the ground. Marching out, Ugimoto’s ragged troops are foot-tired, sleep deprived, themselves starving and thirsty. Eventually, one of his reconnaissance men spots a lush, secluded farm. On the property, an old man and young lovely girl. The man is interrogated but he just smiles at them. Angered, he’s tossed aside and they try the girl. She gives them no information on the rebel bandits. Ugimoto decides he’s going to spend the night inside, with the girl. Next day, a frantically frightened sergeant enters. Ugimoto dresses and steps outside to find the old man on his knees, the clothes stripped off and now he knows why the thirsty village and rebels have not ransacked this tiny farm. The man has leprosy. He’s shot dead. Turning on his heels, Ugimoto re-enters the home. The girl exposes some of her flesh, smilingly showing her spots. He shoots her dead, too, then extracts his honorable sword to disembowel himself. The sergeant bows out and runs away from the dreaded leprosy, only to find himself and his ragtag Japanese men riddled by lead from the hidden rebels. They’d been there all the time.

Bevil Charles supplies The Brief Return…, which centers around the protagonist (Reuben) being an archaeologist and unearthing a four-foot Mycenean statue of Aphrodite on the island of Cyprus. To protect it, he secretes the treasure in a crumbling church to the goddess on the island’s hill. He wishes to obtain a military truck to safely remove it to Nicosia, only the girl he is dating (Janet) is daughter to Major Holliday, in command of local forces. It’s unclear whether soldiers or terrorists recently attacked one of their own. Regardless, they are withdrawing from the area, as it is unsecure. During the process, the Major is ordered to investigate the island; rumor is the assailants have a stash of arms cached nearby. So, the Major informs Reuben he may not have a truck, nor can he go rescue the Goddess of Love. Janet wishes to see Cyprus and all her beauty, but her father has continuously blocked her interests. She knows Reuben is making covert plans to somehow rescue the statue. So, Reuben waits for the patrol and rolls his wheels into the procession. Nobody notices the extra truck. He then drifts away from them, being the tailing truck, and eventually hears movement in back of his truck. Someone is moving forward towards the curtained partition. Stopping and jumping out, he gruffly calls to the stowaway, who he expects to be a murderous soldier or terrorist only to find Janet inside. Unable to return her to safety, the two proceed to the crumbling hillside church and she is in awe of the beauty of Aphrodite. Reuben’s love for her admiration of the workmanship behind the statue’s history rapidly turns to horror as he realizes the enemy has been there ahead of him, and deposited crates of arms, dynamite, and grenades. Surely they will return, and double sure, they know the Major is to investigate the island. Cleary the rumor of their location was a plot to attack Janet’s father and crew, to murder all of them. Reuben must somehow run down the hill and intercept the Major before he hits the most likely point, a bridge-crossing! Instead, he hears voices outside and while Janet is inside packing up the smaller artefacts for Reuben, he watches in horror as a couple of killers approach. One splits away while the other gets closer. His stengun is still in the church, on the floor. All he exited with was Aphrodite, to place in the truck. He knocks out the man with the Goddess of Love! Then trusses the unconscious man. Heads down the hill after Janet’s father. Time passes and she is mortified to see the enemy moving in. Reuben can’t possibly make it in time, so she does the only thing possible to arrest everyone’s attention: she pulls pins and hurls two grenades into the church! They detonate and all the arms, dynamite, grenades, everything explodes. She’s thrown back by the concussive blast, but the earth-shattering explosion has done the job. The Major and men stop and turn their guns upon the enemy who are now spotted in rapid retreat after losing all their weapons. But, they are running directly towards Reuben and his stengun. He returns fire. They are all mopped up or captured. Hurrying up, Reuben finds Janet on the floor and professes his love for her, etc., and the Major walks in and learns all of what happened. He’s angry with the pair and naturally would court-martial them if they were under his command, but learning that Reuben sacrificed the Goddess of Love to save his daughter, he accepts that Reuben might actually be man enough to marry his daughter after all…then departs and chews out his N.C.O. An action-packed story that must have appeared elsewhere, I imagine…but where? Bevil Charles’ only claim to fame is that he also contributed the short story Night Flight to the Creasey Mystery Magazine which was adapted as Flight to the East in the Alfred Hitchcock Presents television series. This aired on 23 March 1958 and was reviewed and blogged by Jack Seabrook on his site concerning The Alfred Hitchcock Project, in which Jack is actively reviewing every episode and attempting to track down the source of inspiration. I was glad to assist Jack by providing him with a copy of the original story and suggestion as to the author’s actual identity. In my opinion, Bevil’s wartime action story is the more competent tale of the two, and not only ages well, but could easily be adapted to film. Bevil committed suicide at the age of 33. Perhaps someone will obtain his obituary (if one exists) which may clarify his life history and why he died so young. In case you are wondering, his full name was Bevil Charles Bertram Nance-Kivell. The latter part of the hyphenated name had struck an immediate chord; one Felix Kivell also appears in issues of Creasey Mystery Magazine. It was an easy guess that this was an alias. Eventually I’ll read, blog and review his later works, too.

Private Ted Hollows has just made his first kill, and one of them was a young, beautiful Malayan girl mixed amongst the armed bandits. The world blurs and later he’s in his tent. It’s nighttime and he’s not handling the situation very well. Under the cover of darkness Hollows slips away and staggers towards a distant coastal village, tired, thirsty, delirious. He collapses at the end of town and wakes the next morning. Walking in, he enters what essentially is a bar, orders a drink, and is accosted by two of the enemy. They order him to step outside. Unarmed and clearly a dead man whether he fights it out or not (after all, he is a deserter, so his fate is sealed either way) he calmly accompanies the pair outside. They raise their guns to shoot him down in the back and he flinches as the guns go off, mowing him down. Realization that he’s unscathed, causes him to eye the situation closer. Were they toying with him, teasing, only to still him? No; they are both dead in the dirt. His sergeant and another soldier step forward, reclaim Hollows, and inform him they are shipping out, going home. His asshole of a sergeant has a smile on his features, something nobody has ever seen prior. What’s more, a wink and a fatherly nod, he informs Hollows that none of this transpired. The story is entitled Ambush and written by George Sayce. I’ve no further record of this writer, but he could be English journalist George Ethelbert Sayce (1875-1953) who turned into a newspaper proprietor. He edited for a time the Brecon & Radnor Express.

Frank McKenna’s Bread is a humorous wartime story. It begins years after The Great War when two former POWs run into each other at a restaurant, and the one ribs the one dining on bread. He’s baffled as to the bread remarks until he reflects back to the war, when they were captives of the Germans. While out doing manual labor, a non-soldier German calls to him. Looking to and fro in case it is a trick, he approaches the hidden German who offers bread in exchange for money. Is he kidding? The POWs are poorly fed and vastly malnourished. He lacks the funds, so involves his friend. They investigate the German, find out he is legit, and with much pooled cash, obtain a few loaves of bread! The pair then set up a bargain system with the other inmates, and soon have tons of items to barter for bread. But what if the German tricks them, steals the goods, and keeps the bread? Our “hero” approaches the German and then screams “Unterofficer kommen.” The man flees for his life, while our two guys crawl in and discover a bag filled with loaves of bread. Too much for them. So they must share with the entire POW camp. Every man hides a loaf or two in their clothes and march under their German guards to the camp. But when one loaf, then two, fall from under the garments of one POW, they freak out until the guard snatches up each loaf and himself secretes them in his clothes! The climax is the next day all the POWs have bloated faces and bellies and arms for some bizarre reason. Allergic reaction? When the guards call them outside, they are mortified. The sentries call over Lt. Klaus, and he reprimands the captees, stating no German would ever look so…that is, until the German that snatched two loaves comes outside with the same bloated features! I’d sure love to know where this story originally was published.

Payment Deferred by H. M. Fisher originally appeared in the pamphlet-magazine called Lilliput (March 1943). It’s a short vignette. A man is promoted. In the newspaper, instead of 1942, there was a typo. It states promoted in 942. His cronies suggest he write the royals for a thousand years of backpay. In a drunken foolish stupor, he does just that, and posts it off. Next morning, he realizes to his horror what he has done. He receives a letter in kind, agreeing to the request! The flipside of the paper, however, shows someone has a sinister sense of humor, as they relate that since he was the only promoted officer a thousand years ago, he’s to be held accountable for missing stores of equipment and property during the Norman invasion. Said costs slightly outpace what was owed him, to the effect they request he pay them!

Graham Fisher relates History’s Most Fantastic Jail-Break, reportedly related to him by Wing-Commander R. W. Iredale (Robert Wilson Iredale) of the Royal Australian Air Force. While the name of the secret operation is not given, this true story concerns Operation Jericho. Interested parties may click on the link to read the recorded history there. I located via New Zealand digitized newspapers this tale was printed 7 January 1956 in The Press as History’s Most Fantastic Gaol Break. It was translated into Norwegian and appeared in the magazine Luftens Helter # 33 (January 1958) complete with photos, published as Amiens-raidet by Graham Fischer (sic).

During December 1944, our unnamed protagonist has escaped a poorly guarded makeshift concentration camp: a farmer’s stable. He’s got but a few Reichsmarks in his pocket, not confiscated by the Nazis. On the run, he makes it to a small town but can’t travel by rail too far. Anything more than 100 miles requires a police passport. So he must take short rail trips. But when he arrives in Amstetten, a small northern town in Austria, the ticket lady denies him on the ground that he is a foreigner. He realizes his accent gave him away, and to avoid arousing further suspicion from The Angel of Death, he leaves. He is forced to walk all night to the next railway station, to avoid capture. Afterall, the blonde bitch is suspicious and might call in the police. At the next station, he walks up and requests a ticket, only to be sold a return ticket to Amstetten! He’s mortified. He can’t ask the agent to cancel it and get a different one, in the opposite direction. It would clearly be a red flag. Then inspiration! He asks the same seller if he can have a return-ticket for when he is through being in Amstetten, so he does not have to obtain one at a later date? Yes; he succeeds but must settle in for the night and then take that second train. The author is George A. Floris, and his protagonist, now years after the war has concluded, wonders if the evil blonde, The Angel of Death, is still on duty at the ticket office, or married with a family, or realizes that she may have been his or someone else’s executioner. Floris has at least one article in The Contemporary Review no. 1053 (October 1953) entitled Hungary Under Horthy. He also wrote various articles and letters in The Economist, Sight & Sound (The Film Monthly), Blackfriars, and in US editions of Newsweek. His real name per 1956 British naturalization records is Gyorgy Sandor Schäffer, originally from Hungary. His real name turns up at least once in this foreign newspaper from 1929, the Budai Napló (7 January 1929). I wonder if this tale is a real-life account of his own escape from the Nazis, ergo, an excerpt from a book, or some other source?

This next entry is pure fiction. When Johnny Robins Flew… by Miles Tripp involves a young 18-years old Aircraftman, Second Class, overhearing Canadian flyers arguing about a leaflet-drop they are about to embark on. Seems their rear turret gunner is AWOL with some dame, late for their flight. Johnny Robins realizes this is his opportunity and steps forward. Casually explaining he can handle the gun and has experience, they finally acquiesce. He obtains a jacket and gear, but while in flight, discovers his gear is not enough to properly protect him from the freezing cold elements. He also lacks a parachute. And his helmet-gear does not have the proper apparatus to obtain oxygen. A simple flight goes awry when he suffers from oxygen deprivation and in delirium we see him interact with his girlfriend in various scenarios. Meanwhile, the Nazis flak is peppering the sky and planes take off in pursuit. The Canadians run into trouble and are screaming at him to return fire. He snaps briefly out of his reverie to return fire and takes out a plane sure to kill them. He then faints away from lack of oxygen. One of the crew checks on him and makes the discovery, and they rapidly blanket him with anything possible to save his life, but his fingers and toes are clearly frostbitten. The fictionalized scenario of their landing and having to move his body without anyone noticing is insane, and worse, he’s not permitted to admit he was on that flight. Despite harsh interrogation, he never confesses. The military thinks he merely smuggled aboard to see some action, not realizing he replaced another man. That other man, meanwhile, is brought up to speed and must rehearse his false role in the conflict. He earns a medal, and the now mostly fingerless Johnny Robins, married to his girlfriend, reads of the report, conflict, and medal. She too knows the truth and keeps it secret. He never earns a pension from “self-inflicted injuries” and years later, in the mail arrives the medal, with a note stating that it really belongs to him. I’m not sure where the story was first published, but I managed to trace an earlier edition in Chambers’s Journal (June 1953). Miles Tripp is an English mystery writer and novelist, born 5 May 1923 and died 2 September 2000.

No Bouquets for These by Arthur Catherall is the first of five serial installments. Suspecting it may have appeared previously, I discovered that Tempest published the full serial years earlier as a novel under the byline “Third Mate” in 1951 (per Whitaker’s Index). This alias is not listed anywhere online, as far as I can see. I located a single edition for sale on ABE. The seller only offered up a pitifully reduced quality scan (see here) so I wasn’t able to blow it up and identify the artist. Arthur Catherall’s novel is not recorded on his Wikipedia entry. Nor is a single copy held by any major English libraries, nor found on WorldCat listings. I don’t own a complete run of Combat’s serialization, so I beg your pardon and won’t delve any further.

Assuming, that is, that anyone actually survived reading up to this point !!!

Creasey Mystery Magazine # 2 (September 1956)

I tackled the debut issue of the Creasey Mystery Magazine way back in 2015 (click HERE to re-read that entry first). Four years later, I am returning to the task of revisiting that magazine, with the second issue. This was more of a wake-up reminder than a plan on my part. A recent blog reader asked me a question, and her question prompted this assignment. So, I’m dedicating this blog entry to Pennie.

Creasey Mystery Magazine (v1 n2, September 1956) UK: Dalrow Publishing.
The first three issues sported identical covers (no doubt to save on design costs), but, the one solid color differed per cover. The first featured a light blue cover, while this one has a red cover.

The lead story is Death to Joy by John Creasey. The tale is smoothly written, fairly fast-paced, and feels like a precursor to James Bond. It features his recurring popularly favorite detective Richard Rollison, aka The Toff. The plot takes place in Durban, Africa. Rollison seems always to be coincidentally in the right place(s) to view overlapping cases of good and evil, but hell, that’s fiction for you. Here we have Rollison watching a young teenaged lovely lady laughing it up watching the playful antics of Zulu boy while she and her company, an aged woman, sit upon a rickshaw. Rollison notes that another person is also watching the pair. He’s swarthy, handsome, well-dressed, and his eyes betray his thoughts. Rollison doesn’t like him. Fast-forward, Rollison’s at a special party-affair. Everyone is present there, too. Rollison asks local journalist Jim Crane who the females are. The younger gal is Elizabeth Dunn, slated to inherit a fortune; the older lady is her aunt and guardian. A young man dancing with her is Tony Cornish, money made from real-estate. The evil-looking gentleman and his female companion? Klimmer, dabbles in illegal activities, but never been caught by the police. The woman? Not his wife, but perhaps a lover. Her identity is not known to Crane, nor is it ever truly clarified later in the text. Fast-forward to another day. Miss Dunn visits Rollison at his room, looking for assistance. He pauses her, discovers a snooper at the door, they fight, he knocks him down, someone down the haul pulls a gat and shoots at Rollison. He dodges the iron pill. That would-be killer escapes. He looks like a pan-handler, a character with recurring theme throughout the text. I won’t divulge more on that, as it’s relevant to the story. Rollison assigns George, his “negro” boy, to assist. George is faithful to Rollison from some undisclosed prior assignment. I’m not sure if he shows up in other stories or not, but had he been developed more, he’d have made an interesting character of his own merit. Miss Dunn shies away from Rollison after guns and death are employed, begs off, and leaves without hiring Rollison. Too late. He’s accepted the case, whether she likes it or not. The gist: she saw in the newspaper a man was murdered and Miss Dunn fears that her lover, Tony Cornish, was the killer. Evidence suggests this, especially after an altercation between Dunn and Cornish, in which he calls her a Delilah! Seems he believes she stole papers from his place, especially after blackmailer Klimmer staged the suggestion. How Rollison solves the case and disables each would-be killer makes for a fascinating read and finalizes in the cliché manner. Cornish and Dunn are joined, and Rollison asks Dunn to do him one favor. Rollison’s returning to England, could she give George a job? She accepts, proclaiming “A thousand jobs!” to which Rollison rejoins “He’ll only need one.”

The next tale is The Lernean Hydra by Agatha Christie, continuing her series of tales featuring the obnoxious Hercule Poirot. Originally debuting in America’s magazine This Week, 3 September 1939 as The Invisible Enemy and it soon appeared in England’s The Strand (December 1939). Hercule Poirot returns, hired to squash rumors in a small town. A doctor’s career is near ruin after his wife dies. Rumors spread like wild-fire that he and/or the younger lady he’s suspected of being infatuated with poisoned his invalid wife. Rumors also suggest that while he cared for her, he never loved his wife. Poirot insists from the doctor full disclosure, no matter what. He finally acquiesces that it is true: he never loved his wife, he did care for her during those sick years, he is interested in the younger lady, she likewise is interested in him, they have never professed their love openly nor proposed marriage. No, he did not murder his wife. So, Poirot accepts the assignment and like the many-headed Hydra, must investigate every major talking head to discover the original source of the rumors, and discover whether there is any real truth to the rumors.

The Case of the Thing that Whimpered by Dennis Wheatley is excerpted from his collection Gunmen, Gallants & Ghosts (London: Hutchinson, 1943). It features psychic/paranormal/ghost-hunting investigator Neils Orsen, a Swede with bizarre facial structures and features. No doubt the tale was originally published in a magazine or newspaper, but I’ve yet to trace the original source.

In The Unhappy Piano-Tuner, Julian Symons’ popular detective character Francis Quarles is visited by the titular character who is married to a unfaithful woman. Requesting Quarles aid in fixing his marriage, the detective rejects the assignment, but takes up the “case” as the woman is found dead and the tuner is held on the charge of murder! The evidence? An open bottle of wine…poisoned. Did the distraught husband commit the crime? The room boarder? The milk man? This tale originally appeared in the 20 July 1950 edition of London’s The Evening Standard.

Eric Allen presents Strong-Arm Man, a short story spanning a few pages and culled from London’s The Evening News, 5 January 1953. The body-guard is assigned to escort a jeweled lady from a flight but she inexplicably slips him the envelope containing said jewels while the drifts away briefly. In walks a man insisting that he has already kidnapped said lady, and wishes to offer cash for the jewels, in exchange for the safe return of the lady. The guard decides not to play ball, and slaps a cuff on his wrist and the other’s wrist, when inexplicably the woman re-enters the scene, not kidnapped at all, and claiming to have been looking all over the place for him. He uncuffs himself and attaches the cuff to her and the briber! Appears she isn’t the real McCoy and he knew that before any of this nonsense transpired. An absurd story that could have been better developed as a longer feature.

Driver’s Seat debuted in This Week magazine on 25 March 1951 under the title Lady, You’re Dead!. It features Inspector Queen and his son, Ellery Queen, solving the unbreakable case. Four brothers own a business. Each own an equal cut. One dies. That cut goes to his widow. The three brothers have squandered their earnings and have fancy women. The widow plays her hand at the board meeting. She knows each brother has been quietly selling off a percentage of their stock to finance their foolishness: gambling, cars, women, etc. The original “contract” drafted between the brothers legally states that when one owns a majority of the stocks, they have the right to buy out the remaining stocks. She’s been buying their sold stocks through “dummies.” The boys have one week…and then…they are OUT. Mortified, they consult their lawyers. She’s right. She’s also found murdered on the day they are to receive their buy-out checks. Stabbed. A rain coat is found sodden on the premises. It belongs to the brothers. Which brother? They are all the same size. Wear the same jacket. And each is covering for the actual killer. Ellery enters the scene and informs his father the killer make a grave mistake in leaving the jacket, as one side is more sodden than the other. It belongs to the man that stuck his arm out the right-hand window to make “signals” while driving (yes boys and girls, in the old days, we used arms, not electronic turn signals, just like on bicycles). Well, one of the brothers drives an imported British auto, which obviously has the steering wheel on the right side of the car, not the left. So, he’s clearly the killer. I say…Why?!?!?!? All the jacket proves is that the fool left it behind. It doesn’t prove he did the deed. So, I find a flaw in this decisive conclusion, and so would any lawyer.

Victor Canning’s The Cautious Safe-Cracker is more of a humorous irony tale than a mystery. Originally published 4 July 1954 in This Week magazine, the protagonist is a bad-luck safe-cracker that strives for one last big hurrah. Carefully planned to the last detail, he enters the widower’s home, opens the safe, extracts the jewels…only to discover the man-of-the-house dead. Cause of death was likely a heart attack, on the way down to the floor he smacked his head and bled. The thief is in a predicament. Caught with the jewels, he’ll surely hang for murder. Unable to simply toss the jewels back in the case and pretend he never was there, he steals out into the night, tosses the jewels into an abandoned, long-unused well, walks into town, and does his utmost to establish an alibi. All goes awry. He tosses a brick through a storefront window. Nothing. Enters, steals from the cigar shop. Nothing. The dog doesn’t assault him. The owner doesn’t wake. Good grief. Realizing it’s a botched attempt, he makes to leave. The dog suddenly decides to maul him. Screaming, the owner wakes, and the cops finally make an appearance. He’s arrested, jailed, serves his time, gets out, goes to retrieve the jewels…only to discover the town has filled the well with cement and erected a monument to the memory of the dead man on the well’s site.

Like the preceding tale, this one is meant to be one of irony, and less about mystery. Peter Cheyney’s The Humour of Huang Chen involves two rival Chinamen and their murderous raiding gangs in old 18th century China, always trying to one-up the other. In this case, Huang Chen’s rival (Li-Tok) raids one of his areas, murdering everyone. Some of his loyal men escape, and along for the ride, they have captured an imminent physician. He is blind and without tongue. Huang Chen takes one look at the man, orders him to be isolated in a bamboo cage, then orders his gorgeous daughter brought before him. Arriving, he gives her instructions to go out with a small escort and be captured by his rival. She does, and is. Li-Tok sends a letter courier noting that he has captured Huang Chen’s daughter, and desires a trade. The girl for the physician. Huang Chen naturally agrees. The trade is made, and later, he has a letter sent to Li-Tok, noting he planned the swap, for the imminent physician has the plague. Honestly, a flawed tale. Obviously those that were in immediate contact with the plague-ridden physician of Huang Chen’s men would have been likewise infected. Online sources note the earliest known appearance of this story appears in the Peter Cheyney collection You Can’t Hit a Woman and Other Stories (London: Collins, 1937). According to an Australian newspaper that syndicated the tale mid-1937, it originated in the Birmingham Weekly Post. This likely was in 1936, as I found the tale syndicated in England, very late 1936. Unfortunately, the BWP has not been indexed that far back as yet.

Dorothy L. Sayers’ The Inspiration of Mr. Budd originally was published in the American weekly pulp Detective Story Magazine for the 21st November 1925 issue and next year in the UK via Pearson’s Magazine, March 1926. The tale is not one of mystery. Budd is a down-on-his-luck hair stylist. A series of bad luck and tarnished family has led him to be impoverished and bear a tainted name, so he moves his once successful business to London to disappear. Subsequently, he has aspired to win every sort of lotto, prizes, etc., that turns up from businesses, in newspapers, etc. Just now, he is reading in the local paper that there is a 500 Pound bounty / reward for genuine information leading up to the arrest of a wanted man. Ironically, a man fitting the very description enters his establishment requesting his hair style to be changed, a trim and coloring, claiming his current girlfriend doesn’t like his current look. Budd realizes the man is a fraud, with a fake hair dye already covering the man’s real hair. But, how to confront or capture the man? He doesn’t have the nerve nor the training, and reflecting back on the ad, recalls the reward was for information, not actual detainment. Mixing up a special dye concoction, he finishes the assignment and the man departs. Budd wastes no time in rushing to the authorities and imparting his knowledge, and, just what he did to the man’s hair. That’s the joke! He created a dye concoction that turned the man’s hair absolutely green! Word is rushed to all outlets. The police learn a man matching the description is holed-up on an outbound vessel, and has requested a hair stylist. They bust in and arrest a man with green hair. Budd attains the reward and, suddenly, a rich elitist pays his shop a visit desiring her hair to be turned green so that she can brag to be his first legal customer after the sensationalized arrest of the wanted man.

With A High Tension Lead by Roderic Graeme filling out the remaining allotted fiction pages, I’m direly hoping against all odds for a genuine mystery story. Unfortunately, I do not know where this story originates, as this certainly can’t be the first publication, can it? The son of famed Blackshirt creator Bruce Graeme (whose full name is actually Bruce Graham Montague Jeffries), Roderic Graeme Jeffries presents me with a solid crime story. A young man arrives home to find his aged uncle dead, stabbed in the back. He informs his sister (they both live with the deceased). The vast property and money was mostly willed to the pair, with the rest divvied up among other parties, etc. However, it’s learned the will had been destroyed the day prior. Bizarre… Motive? Was someone written out of the will? Was there an argument? Police swarm the scene, dust for prints, etc. An investigator makes an appearance and begins to interview the sister first, for about an hour. He then moves on to the brother, and asks all sorts of questions and makes unusual comments along the way. The story title concerns that the young man’s car had a problem and he drove it home despite this. The investigator thinks he a fool for doing so, and elaborates why. This brilliant mystery is solved in typical Hercule Poirot fashion by a seemingly obnoxious investigator, and I’m not going to reveal the how and why of it. Bizarrely enough, JRG is only credited with two short stories on FictionMags. When his father tired of authoring Blackshirt novels, the son took up the series, cementing his name in history with his father.

The Creasey Mystery Magazine concludes with a book review section credited to Mr. Creasey (and going so far as to recommend one under his alias of Jeremy York) and an article by Michael Underwood concerning the metropolitan police.

2015 July 21: Creasey Mystery Magazine # 1 (August 1956)

[The] Creasey Mystery Magazine (v1 n1, August 1956) UK: Dalrow Publishing
NOTE: the first three issues sported identical covers in different colors

Edited by Leslie Syddall and John Creasey.

The lead is John Creasey’s own new short story, The Toff and the Terrified Lady, a short novelette of 16 pages. Richard Rollison has Jolly tail a young lady that is in fear for her life, running from two “dark” men. Later learned that she is a jewelry model, and coerced into allowing herself to be taken and the jewels heisted. Held hostage is her brother’s baby child.

Next up is Agatha Christie’s popular Hercule Poirot in The Arcadian Deer. Here we have an ass of a detective that is preeningly full of himself. I found him loathsomely pompous. While traveling out into the countryside, his super wealthy high-maintenance automobile has “car”-diac arrest (ha ha) and he demands a chambermaid light a fire and serve him. Good grief. Rude prick. (Thankfully this was a vintage tale, else she’d service him in other ways!) Whilst stuck in this faraway village, a young man approaches him, and begs Hercule to take his meagerly saved earnings to track a young lady he fell in love with. Remarkably, he takes on the task, and travels through various countries on his own funding (the young man scarcely had the funds to allow himself the honor of buffing Hercule’s shoes!)…eventually it is found the girl is dead, but, things aren’t adding up quite right….

Orchids on Monday by Dennis Wheatley was a pleasurably fun romp, more because the tale is not a detective yarn in the normal sense. When a fellow falls visually for a young lady, after dropping her off at her house, he desires to find SOME WAY of introducing himself to her (that isn’t sleazy or creepy). Coincidentally, he sees an ad in the newspaper with her home address and the cryptic “orchids on Monday” inserted. A clue? Was she reaching out to HIM? He finds her not at home, waits in the bushes only to espy another fellow drive up and walk her inside. Not one to give up, he waits…and waits…the fellow comes out but ushers in two hoodlums! What is going on here?

Louis Golding delivers a Foolproof Murder. It’s your typical “hate” story, as the undefined reason for murdering someone else. Opportunity presents itself during a fireworks holiday but he hears the soon-to-be-deceased utter that he knows the killer is in the fog. The crime is committed, the man dies, and our killer runs away, but the ghost of the death haunts him and he returns to the scene of the crime only to be goaded to his own death by either the voice of the ghost or simply a voice in his own head…which?

American crime writer Dashiell Hammett joins the fray with The Farewell Murder. The story is annoying (to me) because the detective’s name is never given. Granted, those in-the-know are aware that the character is the Continental Op, and that in truth, DH never reveals his name in ANY story. Further, he employs dishonest methods to bring his case(s) to a finale. Sure, why not? Happens in real life all the time… When a wealthy man is murdered, all eyes are turned upon the man who has reportedly been submitting death threats. But DH never gives readers a simple read, nor a simple solution. One thing is certain: the thin man is not the hero, nor was he in the movies…(thank you, Hollywood! Idiots.)

Victor Canning’s The Key made me wish I had taken speed-reading lessons as a youth. ‘Nuff said.

The Case of the Frightened Promoter by Julian Symons features the regular Francis Quarles, who is to investigate death threats. He decides to blow off the case as irrelevant and the supposed killer, as inept. But when the man is found bludgeoned to death to the point of zero facial recognition, Quarles reinserts himself and unwraps a scheme dating back many years…

Beyond a doubt, the worst tale is the short-short Death Runs Wild! by Nigel Morland, featuring the dreadful Mrs. Pym. The tale ends absurdly with her merely staring a man down until he confesses. Gag!